“That was my great desire!” answered Phil.
“But you did not do it!”
“Let me tell you—”
“You did not do it!”
Phil, without changing a detail, told the whole story—the rage which had pushed him on to hunt for Caracal, and his feelings at sight of the poor creature a prey to his own dreams, with anguish on his tear-stained face.
“That is why I did not do it, Miss Rowrer,” said Phil.
“Ah!” Ethel exclaimed, as she looked at Phil.
There was a moment of silence.
“Throw book and letter into the sea,” Ethel concluded. “And, I beseech you, not a word of all this to any one!”